Something in the way you make me feel...

Crowds disappear, noises recede and lights soften ,
And thoughts of you engulf me, in your absence.
Theres something in the way you make me feel,
As pangs of loneliness mingle with the warm feeling of being loved.

. .... ...

You come like a day of Indian summer, In the middle of my cold dark autumn night;
And I bask in your warmth, Oblivious of my daily insomnia, peacefully.
Waves keep crashing, on the rocky shore;
The foot prints on the sandy beach will soon be washed away,
The trees shed their leaves, and squirrels stock on nuts,
Winter will come soon, and my life will be cold again.
And memories will become fire flies, Surrounding me with their flickering flames.
A warmth I can only remember but not feel anymore.
Becoming numb to the cold, and oblivious to the shrouding snow,
Dreaming of the bright sunrise and the morning mist.
As my soul leaves all your memories behind.

life is beautiful

Like as spasm it escapes the mortal body into blissful oblivion ? I know not
But does it leave behind memories of love and pain ? in its lifeless host
And all things that symbolizes life, and breath and sight and touch ?
Everything that is beautiful...

The blades of grass covered with morning dew,
The first snow of winter that covers the entire landscape in its white caress,
The winds that bring the smell of water laden clouds of the first monsoon showers,
The feeling of love that fills ones heart and soul ?
The clasping of a finger by a new born child, those tiny fingers, tinier nails and when he looks at you with those milky white eyes... you know life is beautiful...

When you see fields of cotton, or mustard or rice crops just sown,
The white,Yellow and Greens that cover the brown land and sway in the gentle breeze,
You know life is beautiful...

The pain of a broken heart, how un-forgetful it seems,
The demise of a loved one, how untimely and unjust,
An injury to the body, mind or soul ? Wounds that heal,but scars that remind
That life is beautiful...

The first words we heard, we may never remember,
The first words we spoke, some may never forget,
The first love, passion or desire that drove and drives us
Says that life is beautiful...

Each sunset is unique as is each sunrise,
The man on the moon may hide and stars may disappear from time to time,
Sometimes even after the rain you may not get your rainbow,
And the rains you love so much may flood your dreams and drown your hopes,
But take it from a man now but a lifeless soul,
That life is beautiful !

...Oh !

Oh ! that sparkle in her eyes,
So rare yet profound,
Like a childlike joy,
Of her unsuppressed self.

Oh ! when I look into her eyes,
And for a moment I think I can see her soul,
Like the glimmer of truth,
Draped in the shadow of light.

Oh ! that childlike innocence,
When she sleeps deep in her thoughts or dreams,
And all her tribulations I wish to part-take,
In the pale milky light.

Oh ! when she wakes up,
Like a tender leaf's first day in the world,
In her warm embrace, I wish
No morning should be without.